Sent out into stormy seas to shield all the dinghys from the corrupting beam of the great Lighthouse. My rowboat is rocked by towering waves and most of the time I can't remember why I'm there. Drying in the warm hall, I whisper my name while the keynote speaker takes a sip of water. And as I drink thin milky tea straight from the samovar, she privately asks me never to return to the Lighthouse. My neck is then permanently bent.